neighbor!simon riley x reader
tags: zombie apocalypse au, neighbors to lovers, afab!reader, no pronouns, hurt/comfort, smut, NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
cw: description of corpses, simon is aggressive towards you, but also very soft!simon, protective!simon, violence, simon does murder someone, lots of kissing, wet&messy sex, multiple orgasms, edging (simon), missionary position, mating press, fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, breast play, squirting, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names, eye contact, praise, teeny bit talkin u thru it
note: i think that's all the neccessary warnings but if u think smthn else should be added, let me know. please enjoy this MONSTER fic!!!
; you find yourself hiding out in your apartment as the undead begin walking. luckily, you have a well-trained military operative as a neighbor who is more than willing to keep you safe.
âResidents are advised to remain in their homes. Authorities are unsure what is causing the severe aggression in people but the military has been called in nationwide. Please stay tuned as more information becomes available.âÂ
That was the first news broadcast. They reported people getting sick-- airborne is what they had said. Stay inside, and stay away from other people.Â
So you did just that â stayed hidden away in your apartment, glued to your television for every possible news cast that you could get.Â
It was only a week later that the whole story had come out.Â
The airborne strain is what caused the first swell of infections. Anyone who was susceptible to the infection would have already become sick by now. But those who were infected by the airborne strain turnedâŠferal. They became like wild animals, barely human. Their skin rotted around them while they were still alive. Their brains died but their hearts remained pumping. They were walking corpses that had a vicious hunger for human flesh.Â
The bites are what caused the following wave of infections. Something in their saliva turned you into whatever they were.Â
You were scared. When you looked outside your window, down just a few floors to the ground, you could see hordes of people stumbling around, shuffling and shambling.Â
Sometimes you would hide in your bathroom as the sounds of gunfire filled the city. It was the worst when it was the middle of the night.Â
You werenât equipped to deal with a disaster of this level â humans turning into disease spreading killers. You were having to ration your food, waiting for the day that there would be an announcement that it was safe.Â
You wanted it all to be over.Â
Then the news broadcasts stopped, cell service dropped, and the populace was left in the dark.Â
You kept the lights off in your apartment, scared that the wandering hordes outside would see it and find you.
You had no idea how long you had been hiding in your apartment, spending most nights with your knees to your chest as you watched the static on the TV. You held out hope that the news broadcast would come back, but it never did. You spent the days and nights in mundane monotony, hopelessness settling in.Â
The only interruption was a heavy knock on your front door, practically making you jump out of your skin at the sound of it. You hadnât expected anyone to actually approach your apartment in search of you. It terrified you that anyone could be out there at a time like this.
With wide eyes and trembling hands, you grabbed a kitchen knife off of your counter and tiptoed towards the front door. Peeking through the peep-hole, you let out a heavy sigh of relief.Â
Throwing the door open, you were faced with the familiar balaclava of your neighbor across the hall.
âSimonâŠâ you whispered in relief.Â
